Archive for January, 2011

Found at the Foundling Door

On a day when there was no rain to dampen my thoughts
And you were no more trouble than a pair of shiny dollars
Just waiting to be spent

We’d gather our smiles and slip around
Like a clutch of pups, undeterred by the troubles ahead
You were young, needing everything, I had only ourselves

Together we were a great invention of laughter
But now, the tears are too great
For our love will not survive the stares of the of the angry eyes

My mistake should not impede your happiness.
I will hate myself, knowing that you were once mine.
But I couldn’t hold you and my youth all together

So I part with you here, where the foundlings have new possibilities
I will go with the rain, to leave you in bright sun shining
You will have a new mother, and an actual father

Tomorrow clouds of tears may gather
Carry my love with you both and a kiss on each cheek
No great currency, just change for a couple of shiny dollars

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Tribal Thunder

Travails outlast the frosty dawn
Infused with cold your heart beats on
Through retched ice and snow
On raged feet you feebly go

Hold true! Go fast! Look not back!
The spirits lift your eyes, down cast

Return a while, in stillness lay
You hold within your hearts convey
A store of wonder, knowledge true
Deny it not, somehow, you knew

Hold true! Go fast! Look not back!
The spirits lift your eyes, down cast

Your journey long, a past you shed
Far more in wonder looms ahead
Unleash your soul to wander on
Study not how things have gone

Arch high thy spirit to the sky
Shed mind and body, alight and fly
The beating chant, allures your soul
A tribal thunder your ears console

Pull back no more, go on, live pure
Ahead the sky breaks dawn azure
You can’t imagine what will be
At peace to stride the grassy sea

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